#need to love him through a midlife crisis or smth

[osamucide]

NSFW—MDNI

boyfriend!Toji who swears he’s out of the game. he’s done the thing, got married and had a kid—when he starts dating you he promises himself it’s for companionship purposes only. he’s a lonely old man; he wants someone to fuck on, someone to kiss at night, someone to fill a certain void he’s got trouble placing let alone admitting to himself. you make him feel young and hot—the way your fingers creep up the faint trail of hair on his toned stomach, the way you lick his pecs and suck on his nipples and draw sounds out of him he’s not sure he’s ever heard before; you beg to ride his toned abs, beg to hump his muscular thigh, beg to squeeze his big ol’ tittes because the more of him to love, the better. not soon enough, it seems, it’s you begging him to fuck his fat load into you with his even fatter cock—you’ve got your hands on his abdomen, his hips, his chest, not pushing him away but pulling him ever closer, wanting to feel him, more, more, more; you want as much of him as you can get.

only when he’s fiancé!Toji does he really realize what you’re doing—you’ve done some sort of witchcraft on him. you’ve had to. no matter how much he hits the gym, he’s filling out in ways he never thought he would. you notice, too—but it doesn’t seem to bother you. quite the opposite, actually. when he turns to the side in the mirror, analyzing his gut—all the beer must finally be catching up to him, or maybe it’s your cooking—you just wrap yourself around him and dig your fingers into the layer of plush forming around his waist. the pretty little rock he put on your finger glints in the mirror and steals his attention for a second until you’re burying your face in his shoulder, your hands dancing beneath the waistline of his sweatpants—beneath his tummy—to tease the thick bush you insisted he stop grooming so vigilantly because you don’t mind, you had said with a hint of something else behind your coy smile. you hum as you take in his smell, grin as his cock twitches to life between your fingers, laugh a little when his back arches the slightest bit into you.

husband!Toji’s aware of what you’ve done, but he loves you too damn much to care. all of his musculature is soft and full, no longer hard and sinewy, and he’s never clean-shaven. you even implored him to let the tuft of hair on his chest—the one he was so unsure about—sprawl across his (now squishy) pecs and you just bask in him. you take your time with your husband—you bite the stretch marks on his biceps from his years of training, now cracking further, prettier, pinker under your hand. you grab on his lovehandles while you ride him—there’s far more room to dig your signature in with your nails after you’ve fed him so well. you bury your nose in the thick happy trail on his cute, round stomach before you suck him, seemingly worshipping every hair on his pelvis prior to taking him in your mouth. his fat balls seem bigger, saggier—you love fitting your lips around them, hearing him croon and call you dollface. his thighs, still strong but fluffier with both hair and chub, squeeze your head so lovingly when you go down on him; you squeeze them back with just as much adoration.

it’s no wonder Toji let you pull him off the bench. not only does he still feel young and hot, despite everything he thought would go out the window the second you started making him pasta in exchange for your orgasms and begging him to stay home and cuddle instead of going to hit arms—he feels okay with getting old, because you still think he’s the hottest man you’ve ever laid eyes on as long as you’ve got all of him to love.

[morallygreyyn]

Hey! This is my first ask and I am not sure if you have any limits so this is experimental... can I have Illumi and Hisoka making sweet, passionate love with their s/o (fem or gn) and some aftercare fluff 🥺 thank you

passionate love + aftercare with the hxh boys (headcanons)

characters: hisoka, illumi, kurapika x gn!reader

authors note: i think you meant hisoka and illumi seperately (? 👀) so i turned these into headcanons - i hope that's okay anon! also threw kurapika in there for a laugh

warnings: mentions of nsfw content but its minimal

minors dni

requests are open! read my rules here!

dear lord where do i even begin

this man is nothing if not passionate in everything he does

and boy oh boy does he rock your socks off in bed

i imagine passionate love with hisoka would be rough, messy, all over the place but fun

neither of you can get enough

your hands would be constantly over each others body

good luck prying this man away from you

not that you'd want to

this isn't to say that he's not sweet when he wants to be

while i can't imagine hisoka to ever be the slow and steady type, he definitely knows how to combine both passionate and sweet

on the days where he just wants to chill, i'm sure even someone as deranged as him has them at some point, i can imagine he'd focus more on kissing and dragging out your pleasures for as long as possible

and oh man is he willing to just cuddle for the rest of the day/evening/night literally whenever

he’s hands-down a very physical lover and that includes bundling his lover, aka you, in those big strong arms

“kiss me.”

“my lips hurt hisoka.”

“and that’s a problem?”

.....

ok

so he's a challenge ngl

this man is the literal definition of a walking beansprout

as much as i love him

his spectacular brain doesn't grasp the meaning of sweet and passionate

i don't think he had a singular passionate bone in his body if that doesn't include his family and even then it's strained and confused

buuuuuuttttt

i would imagine illumi to realistically take care of any partner that he has

and that includes the bedroom

sweet and passionate love with illumi would be you managing to sneak a few kisses full on french kissing, or pulling his hair in the heat of the moment which he loves but would never be caught dead admitting that

he's definitely the type to focus on getting the job done rather than drag things out

but i can imagine he would be willing to go at the pace you set if you guide him through

he would prefer this bc he has no idea what he's doing half the time even though he acts the opposite

you wouldn't call it sweet and passionate unless illumi looks as if he's been dragged through several bushes and had a midlife crisis halfway through

i'm talking his lips swollen, hair messed and tangled, love bites scattered across his body 

perhaps even a light flush to his cheeks but i'm being generous here but he’d look so freaking pretty i-

for aftercare you would have to force him to stay with you

this man doesn't want to waste time by just laying there

but if you lay on top of him

and if you wrap his arm around your body, what can he do?

a lot, he can do a lot

but he loves you in his own twisted way so he's not moving unless you want him to

why would he?

you might even catch him as you’re drifting off into sleep plant the barest hint of a kiss on your forehead

would absolutely deny it later

touch starved illumi

angel

the sweetest lover oml

literal, and i cannot stress this enough, perfection

making love with him would be like floating amongst the clouds

or smth poetic like that

lots of kisses, compliments, and cuddles would be involved both during and afterwards

every time you two would make love it would always be the sweetest, fluffiest and most passionate thing

is absolutely 100% the type to put your needs before his

but lucky for him you’re also the same about him

so it’s always mutual pleasure

adores when you pull his hair lightly or call him pet names or tell him that he’s doing well

i believe aftercare would just be the both of you wrapped in each others arms, basking in the afterglow

would ask if you need anything

you say no

he gets you things anyway

or if you’re both really tired you just lie there and refuse to leave each others side

pls just give kurapika all the cuddles kisses and love that you can he desperately needs it

[jeankirschteinswifey]

As the World Caves In (Crosshair x Jedi!Reader)

Words: like 700 or smth

Warnings: ANGST. MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH. SAD CROSSHAIR.

Summary: Order 66. A day you’d rather forget. The day when Crosshair tried to kill you. You’ve been on the run ever since, until one day, you saw someone you’d wish you hadn’t.

A/n: once again, shoutout to Liz for listening to another midlife crisis. (I’ll make it up to y’all with a fluffy Fives x Reader fic I promise) (and as said in the title, the fic was inspired (sorta) by “As the World Caves In” by Matt Maltese) (also, masterlist and taglist are pinned, requests are (hopefully) open!)

You have been pretty successful with hiding from the Empire. It’s almost been a year since the order. Then you saw a familiar figure coming your way. Your eyes widen.

It was him.

After running for months, almost a year, hoping you’d never see him again, you did. He’d been hunting you down all this time. Ever since the order was given.

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“Execute Order 66”

You heard that order. Loud and clear. You were with your clone captain and the bad batch when the order was given. You didn’t know what to do. You heard your captain ready his blaster. And then he shot. You were able to deflect it, knocking the trooper out. Then you ran. Not knowing where to go. You knew the bad batch were following you, but you still ran.

“Y/n! Stop!” You heard Hunter yell. You stopped.

“Wh-why would my troops turn against me. Why?” You questioned.

“I have no clue, I’m just as confused.” He responded. Then you looked up, seeing only him.

“Where’s Crosshair?” You asked.

“I was the only one that followed you. I have no idea where the others-” then a shot rang out, barely missing your head. You gasp. You hear a string of curses in the distance, immediately recognizing who tried to kill you. It was Crosshair.

“Cross?” You whisper.

“CROSSHAIR! STAND DOWN!” You hear Hunter yell. You get up to see what’s going on. You see Crosshair, helmet still on, shaking his head, like he’s fighting something.

“Good soldiers follow orders, good soldiers follow orders…” you hear him say. Since when did Crosshair care about following orders. Then you know he looked at you. You freeze.

“Kill the Jedi…” you hear him say. And then another shot rang out, a little less accurate then last time.

“CROSSHAIR. STAND. DOWN. THATS AN ORDER!” Hunter yells. You get up and run, leaving Crosshair and Hunter behind. You didn’t look back.

You didn’t even get to say “I love you”.

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“Cross?” You ask. “What’s going on. This isn’t like you.”

“Stand down Jedi. We both know how this will end.” He says, helmet still on. You don’t stand down and proceed to ignite your saber.

“Fine.” He says as he takes off his helmet, letting you see his face. He readies his sniper rifle.

“Cross. It’s me. It’s y/n! Please, you don’t need to do this!” You cry, hoping to get through to him. He still glares at you.

“Good. Soldiers. Follow. Orders.” He says as he shoots. You were able to deflect the first blast. He keeps firing. You’re able to deflect every blast.

“Crosshair. Please! I love you!” And the last shot was fired, piercing straight through you. You gasp and you smell the burning flesh from the blaster shot. His eyes widen, like he realized what he just did. He drops his rifle and rushes towards you. He has you in his arms as you fall to the ground.

“Y/n. I- I’m sorry! I-” he starts to say, tears threatening to spill out of his eyes.

“It wasn’t your fault Cross. I know you didn’t do it willingly.” You said.

“But I still shot you!” He yells, tears now falling down his face.

“Hey, look at me.” He still had his head to the side. You hold his face. “Look at me Cross.” He finally looks into your eyes.

“I don’t have much more time, but I do want you to know that I’ve loved you and always have.” You say, and then kiss him. He kissed back, and you feel the tears falling down his face.

“I love you too y/n.” He says between soft cries. You send a soft smile his way before letting out your last breath. He sat there with your lifeless body in his arms.

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It’s been a year since your death and Crosshair was no longer with the Empire. But reunited with the Bad Batch, chip removed and everything. He was looking through stuff in his quarters, coming across a holophoto that Wrecker took of you asleep in his arms after a long mission. He has a bittersweet smile on his face, remembering how wonderful you were, all the memories with you.

How much he loved you.